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Oh No! The Antidote (Patreon)

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2020-06-11 13:49:58
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2026-06
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Magic potions to change your shape are always fun until you accidentally drop the antidote and find yourself stuck in a form that will be difficult to explain at work.

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William Murphy

I do not bemoan the loss of the antidote, I simply said “OHHHHHHHH”, because the transformation felt soooo good. I inadvertently let go of the green magic potion beaker because, as you can clearly see from this picture, I experienced a shattering total both-body human-spider orgasm that caused me to see big pulsating colorfully vivid stars, feel warm and soft all over, have my spider-fur stand on-end and vibrate, because the trichobothria senso-auditory spider-hairs felt and heard heavenly music which rippled through all of my human head-hair and all my tarantula spider-fur, over my eight silky-furred spider legs and soft thick furred round spider thorax, just as I reached down with the four fingers of my right hand to softly caress my new satin-soft and erotic pubic fur and had used my right thumb to flick and tickle my spider-clitoris and had just inserted it in and out of my tight slick human vagina. This picture captures the moment exactly and accurately. Kudos and honor-due to the artist Brookwell for his faithful rendition of a moment I’d like to re-live time and again as it is now branded, scorched, and burned into my brain for the remainder of my long life. This magic potion was a one-way trip for me. I never want to go back. With the emotions of the transformation my muscles had loosened their grip, and he green vial dropped, broke and spilled all its contents on to the ground where they were absorbed. Why hadn’t I been forewarned of its marvelous effects? Perhaps I should have placed the flask on the ground after drinking the first sip, then I wouldn’t have dropped it. Well that’s partially my fault as I didn’t accept the shop’s offer to drink and change in front of them, in their back room. I don’t remember having been told about the mind-shattering transformational orgasm. My shyness and timidity precluded any of this discussion happening in front of strangers. Whereas probably most customers were fearful and needed some hand-holding, so they did it in the back room. Written instructions are not a feature of magic potions. The consumers protection agency doesn’t want to touch this area with a ten-foot pole, as you can understand. All the extra potion in the flask, to help produce a reversal, was a touted benefit of buying from this store. Over half of the customers wanted to go back to their own bodies. So for these people a two-way trip, back and forth, was the way to avoid having un-happy customers. The supposed risk of litigation from dis-satisfied customers required a store to have a prudent method to reverse all of the potion’s changes. Must be careful not to cut the pads of my spider feet on all the broken glass. I know; I’ll use my spider silk to wrap-up all the broken glass. I hadn’t thought through all the implications of this specific potion, and how it would alter my life. No, not that I wanted to return to being all human. Rather some superficial aspects, like when you try-on a dress or suit to see if it goes well with the rest of you. The magic shop had not elaborated whether I could change the color of my fur and hair into either a brilliant cobalt blue tarantula, Cyriopagopus lividum, or a ravishing Panama furry blond tarantula, Psalmopoeus pulcher. That’s not too much to ask. I’m sure the shop caters to satisfied return customers. While I’m there I must remember to ask whether the store had any male customers who bought this same potion. I hadn’t come across any in town, or seen pictures of any in the media. There must exist some support-groups for human-Tarantula’s, also known as spider centaurs, human-Arachnae, or simply driders. The magic-shop must have old-boys networks which they could resort to, in order to find males like me. Celibacy is not an option for me. I cannot imagine any male humans who would want to mate with a me now. My former human boyfriends have gone their own way. I certainly am not going to go around looking for giant furry male Tarantulas, that smacks too much of beastiality. I do have some standards. Greek stories from 4,000 years ago talked about a spider-woman who had displeased their gods. in Sarkubeh Village in Iran a petroglyph of a mantis-man is estimated to have been created between four and 40,000 years ago. There are faint historical hints of human-insect hybrids. The advances in biochemical modification of living organisms have produced goats whose milk is spider-silk protein. Science may soon be able to duplicate what magic is able to do. British inventor and writer Arthur C. Clarke said, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”

Nick Fabien

Nice I would totally date the Tarantula Woman